There is no doubt that it is more difficult to read and more difficult to write but I still manage.

Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.

Once I've got the first draft down on paper then I do five or six more drafts, the last two of which will be polishing drafts. The ones in between will flesh out the characters and maybe I'll check my research.

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

How frightening, that one person could mean so much, so many things.

We're working-class people, which means we don't get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.

The Labour Party of today has fits of horrors of the very thought of somebody like me might saying that they bought in white Australia. But I believe they did.